I finish separating the paperwork I'm going to throw away, put it in large trash bags and carry it to the garage. I leave the little I still want to keep separate, of course between them are the photos, more than I remember, and between them those of Aunt Beth.

I have many photos, one or the other we appeared together, and we were always discreet, so as not to attract attention.

I examine again the face and the laughter of this beautiful woman, the second meeting comes to mind, I can not summarize it in one story is little to describe everything that happened that day. This woman deserves more consideration for those who learned so much from her in one day.

Just thinking about her makes my dick grow again, I stroke this friend between my legs. I can't resist unzipping, I pull out my cock, and smooth the tip and the pleasure brings back memories of that day.

And I relive that wonderful and unforgettable day.

....

I saw Aunt Beth again two weeks later when she was visiting my mother.

I arrived in the late morning from college and there she was looking elegant in a dress that looked more like a modern painting with geometric patterns in blue tones and a white shoe with a heel, the whole ensemble made her look admirable.

They were both talking about their sisters and their problems with their husbands and children. I said hello to her, and we greeted each other as if nothing had happened, despite my discomfort.

I went to my room to leave my backpack and change my clothes.

But as I finished dressing, my mother called me into the living room.

"Denis, your aunt wants to talk to you!

I hurry, my heart beats fast, and my thoughts fly: "My God, did she speak, did she say something?

"Yes?" I ask in a worried voice.

"Your aunt wants to know if you can help her on Saturday.

Beth completes the sentence:

"Nicholas and the boys are going to Deauville this weekend and I need to tidy up a book cabinet that makes me nervous just looking at the mess."

She talks while laughing and moving her head, which makes her even sexier.

I meet the eyes of this fascinating woman, more and more surprising, even more so after what happened to our days before "the cock reacts faster than she talks, I think she notices. I don't know where her coolness comes from.

"Yes, I can aunt, what time do you need it?"

"About nine o'clock, you drink coffee with me and we spend the day cleaning."

"The day! Is it going to cost that much, just a closet?"

Ask my mom, who worries about my work at school.

"I'm up to date. If necessary, I'll study on Friday."

"It's just one day, maybe by mid-afternoon we'll finish everything."'

Beth speaks jokingly, my mother still doubts it:

"Is that the closet in the study room?"

"It's that one."

"But it's not that big, you finish it before lunch.

"You don't know the world of the books we keep there."

"All right, then Denis will help you on Saturday. If you can come back earlier, dear."

I agree with a smile, my aunt does the same thing looking at me deeply, with a glance that made my penis reacts again to the command of that indecent look she has.

***

I arrive at the house where my uncles live a little before nine o'clock, I call the intercom, it takes a little while, but she doesn't even answer, just unlocks the lock and the gate opens then I hear her metallic tone voice:

"I'm in the pool, come on here."

I enter, I go down some steps, I pass a big room and I see her sitting near a round table with a glass tray, facing the huge pool where the sun starts to light the water. She is sitting on an iron sofa with green leather cushions

I put my fingers on your shoulder.

"Good morning, Auntie."

"Good morning dear, how nice of you to come, did you sleep well?"

I sit next to you on the same couch.

"Yes, why?"

"It's going to be a very 'busy' day."

She speaks with a mischievous smile, her eyes sparkling. She hands me a slice of toast, I take a bite. As I chew, she runs her fingers over my cheek, caressing it with her fingertips, and speaks:

"You are almost a man now, I saw you being born, and now..."

Embarrassed, I stop, she looks at me and scoffs.

"This is not a problem, it's like boys to dream of mature women. It makes them feel safer, I think. It's fun for us to know that they find us sensual. It doesn't stay that way."

"It's just that you're my aunt."

"And then how many don't start with aunts, my husband once confessed that he touched a tasty aunt. Even whores are called "aunts", right?

I never thought about it. I nod my head yes while I chew what's left in my mouth. That's when I realize that she's wearing a short, light green robe, her legs bent over the couch we're sitting on. This leaves her thighs more exposed, and desirable, and she still has the protrusion of the hard nipples of her breasts behind the satin fabric, making my gaze stop on what I am admiring.

She notices. Pulls her face closer and whispers in her ear:

"Do you like the scenery, honey?"

Beth strokes me, rubbing her face against mine, a soft touch, a gentle caress I've never had, that's when I notice her hand stroking my thigh.

We kissed, and her tongue entered my mouth as before, less daring, I did the same, the hand went down my thigh, and reached my groin until the fingers touched the nerve center of my body. She squeezes my penis tight, the member becomes large in the prison that has become the shorts.

My heart beats fast, she calms me down by putting her hand on my shoulder. Beth separates her lips from mine, puts her head on my chest, and I play with her hair.

"Stay calm, my beautiful, everything will be fine. There's no sin, we want to, we can..., we do..."

Beth laughs a sexy laugh.

We look out over the increasingly illuminated landscape. In the background, I see beautiful houses scattered along a hill. The view is magnificent, second only to the beauty of the woman holding my cock.

"Take it off."

"What?"

"Take off your shorts, let me see, I haven't seen your shame, as they say."

"But ... someone might see us. Is anyone home?

"If someone was here, would I be like this with you? That's silly."

I remembered the kiss. That day there were people and yet we did it.

I untie my laces and take off my sneakers. I take off my shorts without standing up. She laughs when I stay naked. I keep the shirt on, but the penis freed from the shorts quickly returns to prison, now in Beth's hand. She does this while drinking a cup of coffee.

I smell the scent of what she drinks. My aunt begins to work with my member, she does it well, does it deliciously. Massages the shaft, but turns her attention to the glans, the purplish head of my cock.

"Is it good?"

I answer yes in your ear.

"It took me years to learn how to satisfy a man, little girls today don't know it's an art, they only know how to spread their legs and close their eyes."

"Do they do that?"

My aunt's hand crushes my cock, I feel a pain as tasty as the massage she gives.

"Am I your first? I had my suspicions."

Beth laughs, moves her hair, and fixes it with your hand.

"Well, all the more reason to treat it with care and attention. If it's like that, I can teach you what you need to please those girls who know nothing about how to make a man have a... strong orgasm."

She massages the glans again, smoothing the center between the head and the body, turning the fingers at the same time without forgetting the scrotum, and I get hard and firm, more and more. She drinks again from the cup in small sips, and from time to time she lifts her eyes to look at my face.

I spread my legs without realizing it. At the same time, I look for her mouth. My aunt leaves the cup on the table and spins until our lips meet, our tongues seeking each other, exploring each other while the stick pulses and wets the hand of this incredible woman who touches me.

It is an exciting, surprising moment, like a dream, a paradise of desire. I have a great woman in my hands and I don't know what she saw in me, I just showed her the will, the desire I had, only by my look.

Before I get there, she interrupts me:

"Wait, no!"

"What?"

"I remembered a drink that a friend of mine made me try, we were having coffee in her apartment when she offered me a small bottle."

With her fingers, she shows the size of the bottle.

"Try it, she said, there wasn't much. I mixed it with coffee and found a special taste, what is it? I asked, intrigued.

"It’s, can you believe it? I was surprised."

Laughing, she moves with my cock long enough to squeeze me hard.

"Your husband? I asked her."

"No! It's my nephew's cream, you believe."

Beth laughs at her friend's unexpected confession.

"Did you like the taste?"

"I loved it, I loved the blend of coffee and sweet cream from the boy she fucked, it was a shame. I wanted to try more."

"You never did it with my uncle?"

"Your uncle likes other things, I do it with other men."

"Like me?"

"No, you're the first nephew I've taken to teach, I've had a few men. Enough to clear my mind and lighten my body."

Beth squeezes my cock harder and increases the motion. Her dark eyes glow as she gets more and more intense.

"I want to taste your milk, dear. Please, I want it hot. Will you do for me, honey?"

She says this as she looks at me with her black eyes, her big fascinating eyes.

"Stay on your feet."

"But someone can see us in the houses across the street, can't they?"

"No one can, I assure you."

I shrink a little and lean my knee on the green cushiony sofa. She fills half a cup with steaming coffee and gets close enough. And then she jerks me and masturbates with intensity, desire, and hunger. Moves her fingers over my hot, hard, wet member. The intense look excites my mind.

Without control, my eyesight clouds, and my legs tremble before releasing the first jet. I sneeze my milk, and most of it goes into the cup as my aunt wanted. My cock still pulsing member in her expert hands.

"Wait, wait, that's enough dear. Okay, more than that, it spoils the taste of the mixture. "

She warns.

When I finish, I feel tired even with the softening of the member, she still holds me steady to collect the last drops with the edge of the cup.

Beth shakes the cup to cool the coffee while mixing the liquids. Drinks a little but doesn't like it.

"It became strong."

Aunt Beth looks up, laughs beautifully, and seductively, stretches my limb, and mixes the coffee and milk that came out of me. I feel the warmth of the cup soaking the half-soft stick. I love how I feel, these are new, invigorating, revealing sensations.

"My friend did it with her nephew."

She stops, and I see her eyes as her mouth licks the tip of my cock dripping with the mixture. Sucking hard, kissing. The look on her face, much more than the sucking, rekindles my fire and my cock.

"Now that's perfect. Special."

She starts drinking again in small sips, the naughty smile imprinted on her of a well-married woman. In a motherly face.

"I like it, it has a strong taste this mixture of coffee with your milk and at the end the taste... of your cock, baby."

She says this with a cynical laugh, sipping the cup.

"Drink it, try a little.

I sit next to her and drink..... I don't like it, she loves it.

But this was just the beginning of an intense Saturday. My aunt had me experiencing various forms of pleasure that day.